Beef Vindaloo- Restaurant Style (Pressure Cooker)


Ingredients :

1 1/4 Cups boneless beef chuck roast, sliced into thin strips

2 Tbsp coconut oil

1 Large onion, thinly sliced

1/4 Cup beef broth

1 Tin of full fat coconut milk

4 Tbsp brown sugar

2 tsp vinegar

19 oz. can of diced tomatoes

1/8 tsp crushed red pepper flakes, to taste

4 Tbsp sweet coconut, shredded

4 Tbsp Vindaloo Curry Paste (I used Patak’s)

1 tsp To 1 1/2 tsp salt

1 clove garlic, minced

1/2 Cube, grated ginger

1/2 Of a green pepper, thinly sliced

1/2 Of a red pepper, thinly sliced

2 Tbsp cornstarch with 2 tbsp water

Yogurt- served on top

Set electric pressure cooker to saute. Once hot put coconut oil in pot and heat an additional 5 minutes. Add sliced beef in batches until browned. Do not crowd. Place beef on a plate once browned.

Now add sliced onions and brown until softened. Add garlic and saute for a minute.

Add beef broth and deglaze the pan slightly. Then add back the browned beef and accumulated juices along with the vindaloo curry paste. Continue to saute for one minute.

Now add coconut milk and stir until it is well blended. Next add brown sugar, vinegar, canned tomatoes, chili pepper flakes, shredded coconut, salt, ginger, sliced peppers. Stir.

Cover and lock pot. Set on high pressure for 12 minutes.

In the meantime, mix cornstarch and water until smooth.

Once pot is finished do a natural pressure release for 10 minutes then release pressure. When pressure is released open pot and put on saute.

Add cornstarch mixture and stir until mixture thickens.

Serve over jasmine rice and with toasted naan bread.




One of my famous falls…


It always amazes me how many things that can go through your mind in such a short span of time! I say this because of the explosion of thoughts I had this one day when I had such a fall about 6 years ago.

Let me start the day. My husband and I were visiting the Island for the weekend. We decided to go out for a nice breakfast as it was our anniversary. After a lovely breakfast we decided to take Jessie (our dog at the time) for a beautiful walk on the boardwalk facing the ocean. Now Jessie was an American Staffordshire and was a strong tough looking dog (but a total sweet heart).

We drive up and park the car getting ready for our walk. There was an elderly gentleman out walking his small white poodle at the time. Jim was doing something so I decided to get things moving. I get out of the car and open the trunk to put away Jim’s laptop and grab some doggie bags (not the kind you get from a restaurant)… when suddenly I feel Jessie’s leash sliding from my hand – Now this is when the “explosion of thoughts” pour from my brain –

Oh no! The dog is loose” “that poor man will be terrified” “his dog will freak” “what the heck are you doing Jim” “oh no! There goes Jim’s new laptop across the field” “I’m losing her… no wait,.. I got her… no, not quite” “do I have to do everything” “I hope I get hurt – then you’ll feel bad” “uh oh, those rocks look sharp” “will I miss that curb” “I’m still recovering from surgery- what damage will this cause” “can my back take another fall” “my nice white coat…it will get so dirty” “I do have Jessie, I really got her” “ what is that man thinking” “THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING

Believe me I could go on. It turns out I did survive and I did save the dog from getting loose. Jim’s laptop even made it without damage. I finally grappled Jessie’s leash and got a firm grip but at long last I finally went down … hard.. into the rocks as my head bounced off the edge of the curb. I figured I broke my wrist and cracked my skull open since there was blood everywhere. The poor old guy yelled out to Jim “She sure took quite a tumble there!”. YEAH I did, thank you for noticing when I truly wish no witnesses were present.

I finally got a chance to use the First Aid Kit that I packed in the car. My wounds were not as bad as I first thought but my pride was indeed crushed. I just sprained by wrist (took months to heal though) and landed face first on my nose and got my first nosebleed. It did take a while to settle down. My nice white coat was now decorated in red.

Jim didn’t say much right away – smart man! Later though, once I got over the worst of this ordeal, he decided to call me the human plow. From his view I looked like I was plowing the ground with my face.

This wasn’t my first embarrassing fall, nor will it be the last. But I do know one thing – I’m too big to be picking rocks out of my hands. I did that enough as a kid from falling.